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- Blackfoot - 12-02-2010 [html] Due to a time 'gap' in my role playing; I would like this post to be set back to the 1st of November So many thoughts were buzzing around Blackfoot’s head; who lived here? Were they kind like Dawali? Would the be as welcoming? Where would she live? Would she make any friends? What would happen if they didn't like her? .blackfoot-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .blackfoot-t49 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .blackfoot-t49 b {color:#939EC1; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .blackfoot-t49 {background-color:#313645; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010oct/blackfoot.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:205px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #939EC1; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D0F16; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:425px; text-align:justify; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5px; } .blackfoot-t49-border {width:427px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5x; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Moonfyre NecroFang - 12-26-2010 [html]
- Blackfoot - 12-27-2010 [html] Hello, thankyou greatly for replying to my thread! As her howling ceased, her tired eyes gently closed gaining tranquility as she hung her heavy head over the trickling of the babbling brook, fresh damp earth beneath her paws, and the melodies of the waking birds; such a sweet sound for sore ears. She had never felt so... Existing. <style> .blackfoot-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .blackfoot-t49 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .blackfoot-t49 b {color:#939EC1; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .blackfoot-t49 {background-color:#313645; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010oct/blackfoot.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:205px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #939EC1; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D0F16; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:425px; text-align:justify; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5px; } .blackfoot-t49-border {width:427px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5x; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Moonfyre NecroFang - 12-27-2010 [html]
- Blackfoot - 12-27-2010 [html] Colour of thought indicates her mood Sat there before her, he seemed unreal as she looked into his mesmerising deep blue eyes; a mysterious ocean's tide intentionally dragging her further in, took her to a unfamiliar far away place. .blackfoot-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .blackfoot-t49 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .blackfoot-t49 b {color:#939EC1; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .blackfoot-t49 {background-color:#313645; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010oct/blackfoot.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:205px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #939EC1; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D0F16; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:425px; text-align:justify; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5px; } .blackfoot-t49-border {width:427px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5x; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Moonfyre NecroFang - 12-29-2010 [html]
- Blackfoot - 01-01-2011 [html] She shuffled a little closer and sat facing him. The reminiscence of her childhood memories and her playmates hung in her mind. Within a group of frolicking pups ambushing each other and playing in the tall dry grass; amongst a smudge of different coloured pelage, a dark he wolf with bright blue eyes stood out from all the others, he reminded her so much of this new stranger in her present life. But she dismissed it as imaginative deja vu, there was no way was this the same wolf, It was practically impossible, all wolves have blue eyes when they are born, just because they bore similar coal black pelts, it didn't mean ANYTHING. She put it to side in her mind and concentrated on the names she used to go by... “Blackie, Black, Soots, Sunny, Bee, Socks... I used to get called everything under the sun, based on my appearance and nature” Blackfoot's mouth curled into a smile “It is very nice to meet you Moonfyre” As the wind blew her way, she inhaled deeply, catching his scent again, she couldn't smell any physical contact with any other wolves so she asked. “I ask your pardon for my asking Moonfyre, but do you belong to any pack? ” She waited for his expression, her own face showed amounts of earnest. .blackfoot-t49 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .blackfoot-t49 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .blackfoot-t49 b {color:#939EC1; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .blackfoot-t49 {background-color:#313645; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010oct/blackfoot.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:205px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #939EC1; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D0F16; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:425px; text-align:justify; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5px; } .blackfoot-t49-border {width:427px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5x; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Moonfyre NecroFang - 01-02-2011 [html]
- Blackfoot - 01-04-2011 OOC- So Sorry, I'm having a little trouble with putting my board design thingie-me-bob on, and I hate keeping people waiting! So I just added it like this... I will edit it on soon! She pondered this for a minute, why would he not have any nicknames.... Was he the strong silent type who liked to keep to himself? He was lone out here, maybe he felt insecure? She slightly doubted her judgement but the pieces fitted together quite well, he was alone and inquisitive. She looked at his expression, brow furrowed, his shining eyes a half moon stared at the ground, lips slightly parted, a really thoughtful look... "Yes, finally I have found someone who belongs to the same tribe!" She exclaimed in relief "You can smell it on me?" She figured the sweet scent might be a significant mutual mark of some kind; a friendly smell resembling to her the sugary pines of the forest lingered on him, the same aroma that the russet Diwale carried, it was distinctive and strong on the wind. Any wolf in his prime could track another’s scent for hundreds of miles, this was especially true of the two legs. She wondered whether this male was of those kind. "Well thats pretty neat" -and useful- she thought. "Well the thing is, I am a little timid with new people and I was trying to take it slow to the village, you know to think about things.” This certain she wolf was a real thinker, it’s good to think before acting, to prevent stupidity and sometimes stay alive, but she thought maybe on occasion she thought things over too much. She uttered a quiet growl in protest at her stomach as she heaved herself to her aching feet in a stumbling daze, whining a little as she sidled closer to him, her eyes set to his. She padded forward and timidly leaned against him and rested her weak head on his strong warm shoulder, she wasn’t thinking at all at that moment. “But I managed to lose Dawali’s scent trail in the rain and here I am now” She was expecting him to pull away any second as she sighed and nestled close to him... It was just nice for her to have someone to relate to again, even if not in blood. - Moonfyre NecroFang - 01-07-2011 [html] Oh its no problem What’s wrong with your table ? She seemed excited about the fact that they belonged to the same pack. She also seemed that she didn’t spend that much time in it yet. She had a faint Aniwaya smell on her, but not as strong as his. His mind shrugged, if that was possible, and he thought maybe his was strong because he mingled with other wolves in the pack as well. That was a guess. Think about things? You’re already in the pack. You should’ve thought about things before you joined if you weren’t sure. She came up to him and nestled her gray muzzle into his shoulder. He didn’t move, but became slightly stiff. Only his mate was allowed to do that, but right now she wasn’t here. She would probably smell the foreign femme on him later. He still didn’t move, but stayed tense in his position. He didn’t think this as right, but he wasn’t about to shrug her off either. Every wolf in Aniwaya is friendly. They are all a part of a civil group of wolves, and unless you create trouble, there isn’t any. Nothing to think about. He assured her with a smile. 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She must’ve smelled Ember. Yep, that must’ve been it. The poor femme kept backing away and Moonfyre took a few steps toward her, but still confused. She darted into the forest with a clumsy kind of run and disappeared. Moonfyre just stood there kind of confused. He knew why she backed away from him. His body stature didn’t help, plus the smell of his mate on him most likely was the cause of her backing up, but that was no reason to run away. Go after her! Moonfyre growled. For what? To chase her? If she wants to run from me, she can. I’m not going to pursue her like prey. But then Moonfyre thought about it, and decided to follow her to see if she was okay. Being embarrassed wasn’t a reason to run. Not at all. Moonfyre padded into the place where Blackfoot entered the trees. There you go! Moonfyre kept padding quietly and carefully while he followed her scent. Her scent became stronger and stronger by the second, and finally he found her collapsed on the ground. He would’ve stepped on her if he didn’t look down in time. Blackfoot! What happened? The femme was lying on the floor. She looked weak now, but he didn’t notice this before. What a sudden change. He nudged her with his nose, and hoped she was okay. Even though he didn’t know her well, he still didn’t wish illness upon her. He wished she would answer quicker. 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